The lights in the laboratory flickered imperceptibly.

At a certain moment, as if there was an old woman standing there deadly...

…

"Colson...I need you to go to the NYPD and bring someone out."

"Yes, Director Fury."

Hanging up the phone in his hand, Nick Fury narrowed his eyes and returned to the picture in front of him.

In the open space on the outer wall of a mansion, a man in a brown trench coat vomited it out like he was spit out garbage...

…

Click.

NYPD, interrogation room.

Holding a lighter, police officer Tom lit a cigarette for the other party, then patted the table impatiently and urged.

"Okay boy, I'll light a cigarette for you too."

Now... tell me, why are you near Knoll Manor? "

Meimei took a breath of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke from her nostrils. The man in the brown cape showed a satisfied smile.

"Would you believe me, officer, if I told you that I smelled the spirits from the manor as soon as I appeared in this world?"

"Wraith?"

"Yes, the atmosphere there is very strong, as a famous **** detective, I have to..."

boom!

After slamming the table vigorously, Police Officer Tom stood up abruptly, grabbed the man's collar viciously with a sense of oppression and roared.

"Fake... boy, listen to me, my patience is limited!"

If you want to continue wasting time with me, discussing your fairy tales, trust me, it will make you look good! "

Shet...he's really fed up with this **** with his mouth full of trains!

"Listen, stop playing tricks on me and answer my questions honestly!"

But the man on the opposite side seemed to be indifferent, and even took another puff of cigarette.

"So, Sergeant."

If you don't believe the truth, do you have to let me make up a lie to tell you? "

Staring into the man's eyes, Tom did not find the slightest fear in those eyes.

This guy...is an old churros.

Should have had a fair amount of dealings with the police...

He let go of his hand and cursed inwardly.

Now that the above is pressing, and he finally found a clue here, he doesn't want to give up this opportunity anyway.

But looking at the ruffian portrait of the other party, he knew that the possibility of opening the other party's mouth in a short period of time according to the regular procedure was infinitely close to zero.

Thinking of his wife's complaints for so many years, Tom was unwilling to waste any more time. He was overwhelmed by the desire to make merit and appreciation.

But the man was just smoking a cigarette and looked at him indifferently, as if he was looking at a poor clown.

"asshole!"

Furious, Tom rushed over, raised his baton and smashed the disgusting face.

boom!

The door to the interrogation room was slammed open.

A police officer walked in with a group of people.

"..." The anger in his heart disappeared instantly, Tom held up his baton and stopped in the air in embarrassment＼(;￢_￢).

"Okay, I'm an agent from the FBI, Phil Coulson. Here's my ID."

Among the group of people who came in, an older man with slightly sparse hair came out first.

He pointed to the smoking man sitting across the table and said seriously to Constable Tom.

"According to the executive order, this man named John Constantine is now under the full control of our FBI!"

Chapter 14 Zhakang: Get up, I'm going to pretend!

Tony Stark's personal laboratory.

Wiping away their sweat nervously, Happy and Pepper watched the government staff busy.

Seeing that everyone is getting no results for a long time, the two can't help but have some worries.

On the other hand, Natasha, the black widow, changed back to her combat attire and stared at the picture that Jarvis brought up, her face very grim.

In the picture, Tony opened a video file and watched it repeatedly.

He seemed to be analyzing something while watching.

The first ten minutes were normal, but when the time came to 11 minutes and 07 seconds, the monitor screen seemed to be suddenly taken out a frame, and Mr. Stark suddenly disappeared from the screen and did not know where to go.

No one knows what happened, and no one knows how he disappeared.

Even if everyone thought back and forth and observed repeatedly, they could not find any means to cause him to disappear.

"supernatural event?!"

[Emotion value from Natasha Manronoff +333]

The only thing to be happy about is that there are no pictures of the hanged people in the computer screen left at the scene.

"Happy... can we find Tony? Will something happen to him..."

Covering her mouth nervously and her eyes red, Pepper was so scared that she was about to cry.

"It's alright... Tony's luck has always been good, and this time it will definitely turn a bad one into a good one!"

Patting Pepper's shoulder, Happy Hogan's tone was firm, he believed that a genius like Tony would not die easily.

"So...there must be a way!"

[Mood value from Pepper Bolt +303]

[Mood value from Happy Hogan +300]

Hearing the conversation between the two, Natasha tilted her head, feeling that she should say something.

She turned around and was about to comfort them when she saw Coulson hurried in with a sloppy man.

"Who is this?"

She gestured with her eyes.

"John Constantine, who claims to be a master of magic, nicknamed Hell Detective."

Coulson didn't know how to speak, so he could only repeat what the other party said.

Seeing Natasha's disbelief, Coulson smiled wryly.

"He said he could help us find Tony who was missing."

Just by him?

It's not that Natasha doesn't trust.

But this guy named Constantine in front of him looks more like a magician, a charlatan than a detective!

"Colson...are you sure he's okay?"

Forgive her inelegant words, but deep down Natasha felt that way.

"Ha ha…"

With a chuckle, John Constantine calmly shook the soot.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, pointing lazily at the busy agents.

"If you look for it like this, even if you are given 100 years, you will never find Tony Stark!"

"Oh? Then you mean... you have the ability to find it?"

No matter what she thought, the agent's habits made Natasha subconsciously try to open her mouth.

"certainly…"

Constantine groped from the pocket of his trench coat, and in the eyes of everyone surprised, he took out a compass.

I don't know what he did, but the needle of the compass began to turn rapidly, and then completely pointed in a certain direction.

"what is this…"

At this time, Pepper and Happy also gathered around.

They were as confused as Coulson and Natasha, and they really couldn't understand each other's operations.

"found it…"

Looking at the compass, Constantine looked confident.

[Mood value from Pepper Bolt +288]

[Mood value from Happy Hogan +299]

[Mood value from Phil Coulson +307]

[Emotion value from Natasha Manronoff +311]

ah? Found this? How did you find it?

Just relying on such a thing? This is not scientific! ?

Everyone looked at each other, if it wasn't for the fact that Pepper was in a bad mood, Happy would definitely swear to the heavens that he would use a small fist to throw the magic stick in front of him ruthlessly.

ヽ (#`Д′)? ┌┛〃 You are insulting my IQ!

"This, Mr. Constantine..."

The corners of his eyes twitched, and Coulson had begun to doubt his own judgment.

Maybe... it was a mistake to bring Constantine here!

Knowing that everyone didn't believe it, according to the direction of the pointer, Constantine turned around and walked towards the door.

"Believe it or not, it's very unscientific, but it's magical."

They were suspicious, but they couldn't find a way to find Tony, so they could only helplessly follow behind each other.

Following Constantine, everyone turned left and right, all the way to an underground warehouse.

Glancing at Constantine, Happy took out his employee card and swiped the card to open the door.

The door opened, the lights inside the house came on, and everyone filed in.

The room is clear at a glance, except for some cardboard boxes of groceries in the corners, there are only a few rows of lonely computers on the desktop.

Tony...not here!

"Okay, I knew it, you're a liar!"

Happy rolled up his sleeves, angered from his heart, and he was about to wave his old fist.

Pepper, Natasha, and Coulson also looked disappointed.

Only the old **** Constantine came to a computer desk in the far right row, stretched out his fingers, and tapped on the keyboard somewhere.

clatter…

"..." Happy froze in place. He saw the computer screen light up again, and Tony's figure appeared on the screen, shouting something anxiously.

[Mood value from Pepper Bolt +399]

[Mood value from Happy Hogan +371]

[Mood value from Phil Coulson +357]